Erin's World Ch. 07

"A charm? What kind of charm?"

"I actually bought it but it's in my drawer. It's a black spade, like on a deck of cards. You know that means I'm a black cock slut."

"Fuck," he groaned. "I know what that means. God, don't wear that in front of them, pleeeeeeeease."

I smiled. "You notice I'm not. But there will be times I will. I want you to know that. I actually bought all the suits, the spade, the heart, diamonds and the other one, what is it?"

"Clubs..." he stuttered.

"Right, I plan on wearing all of them together a lot. It'll be our own code for my slutty behavior. If a spade means I'm a black cock slut then wearing all of them will mean I'm a slut for all cock, regardless of color. That'll be our own meaning."

"So, are you going to get fucked?" He asked. It sounded hopeful and terrified at the same time.

"Maybe," I said, "but only Scott has touched me anywhere, and he's already been there, done that."

"Aw, poor slut," Ryan smirked with some joy. "Can't even get guys to touch her even though nothing is stopping them," he replied smugly.

"Don't worry cuckold," I replied. "Before this night is over they will, some may even have the smell of me on them. If you get that attitude with me again I'll go put those charms on and tell them what it means!"

His face reddened. "Oh man. Please don't."

"I'm not really worried, you guys spend half the night when poker starts, I'll have plenty of time." He started to walk out. I stopped him. "Send Bill in here, he's the only one I don't really know, let me get more acquainted," I emphasized.

"Oh god, what are you going to do?" He said, now worried.

"Making sure your friends are happy with their poker experience," I said coldly. "We also have no idea if he has loose lips, since he's not really your friend. If he's the first one to get his hands on your wife's ass it might not take long for that information to get around."

He frozen, it was becoming very real for him.

"Go!" I snapped. "Send him in."

He was in the kitchen shortly. "Hi Bill, we haven't really talked. I just wanted to say hi and ask if you needed anything. I know what all those guys like to eat and drink but I know nothing about you."

He was eyeing me up and down as I spoke. How could you blame him. My titties were basically pushed up and on display and my curves were all barely kept in by my pants, even the folds of my pussy were evident.

I interrupted his ogling. I smiled, "I said, what do you like?"

We had been drinking for a couple hours now, the ballgame was over, most of the guys were feeling very little pain. I'd paced myself but I was feeling a nice, sexy buzz. Bill was, too.

"I like those pants," he said with a mumble.

"Silly," I said playfully. "They are just capris."

"There's nothing " just" about anything you are wearing, unless it's just, wow."

"Aw, that's sweet. What do you like about the outfit? Go ahead, be honest, I don't know you, I don't know how you think, give it to me straight, those other guys will bullshit me."

He looked around. "Ok, the top says you want our eyes to pop out of our heads trying to see your tits. You don't have a bra under it and the way you've been posing and bending for us you want them seen." He was was blunt. I liked that. "In fact, there were a few times it looked as though you wanted someone to hook their finger around that "V" and tug it down so we could do just that." I giggled and blushed.

"The pants say you are proud of your body and that you want us all to see every magnificent curve you have...and....you have to know we all can see the very shape of your pussy."

"Wow," I said, now interested. "That's kind of forward."

"Hey, you asked. You said you didn't want the bullshit. "And...."

"And what?" I asked. His forcefulness was turning me on, especially when I knew I wasn't going to put up any defense, should he try to get frisky.

"And the anklet says that you fuck around....or at least that you'd like to."

"Wow," I said aloud, surprised at the extent of the candor.

"I'm not sure an outfit can say all that," I said trying to backpedal in embarrassment.

"I think it does."

Just then the guys in the living room started moving furniture around for their poker game. Ryan and John came in and picked up the kitchen table and carried it into the living room. Bill lent a hand and left me in contemplation. Ryan came back. "Did you get to know him?" he asked excitedly. He meant physically, of course.

"Not yet, but I have a feeling he's going to have handfuls of your wife before the night is over. If we wouldn't have been interrupted I think he'd already know what my tits and ass feel like."

I saw Ryan have to make his cock more comfortable in his pants before he returned to the living room. Now that the poker had started it made it easier to interact one on one. They spent their time focused, sitting at the table and I played the hostess. The only time any one of them had any spare time at all was when they were out of the current hand. Bill was the first one back after the game started.

"Oh, hi," I said shyly. I really didn't feel in control with him. I didn't know him, what he was capable of. In a way, I liked it better.

"I'm going to sit out a few hands," he said. "I've been taking a bath so far. I feel luckier hanging out here with you," he joked.

"I'm a lucky charm?"

"Yes, kind of, every time you bring those guys a beer they seem to win the next hand. I wondered why it wasn't rubbing off on me."

I was bent, looking back at him. "You think I'm lucky?"

"I think anything that remotely is connected to you is lucky."

I giggled, "so you think luck rubs off?"

He caught my drift right away. "I think anything that rubs up against you is, by definition, lucky."

He was really focused on my ass. He didn't even seem embarrassed to look, even when I caught him doing it. We were both feeling good. I turned to him, my boobs nearly in his face.

"Aw, I feel bad. You are the new guy and they are taking advantage of you. You want to try to improve your luck?"

I pushed my tits together seductively. His eyes shot open.

"Be right back," I said. I carried two beers out to the boys. I returned. "There, that'll keep them busy for a minute."

I grabbed his hands and let him feel me through my top. I was hoping he'd want more and he did. He wasn't satisfied feeling material, he took what he wanted. He slid under the top and massaged my bare tits. He kept eye contact as he pinched my nipples so that he could watch me squirm.

"This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He hissed. "That's why you are just putting it out there for us. I told you that you wanted us to see them, to touch them, didn't I?"

I just sighed from the work of his hands. "I'm just trying to make you get some luck," I said somewhat unconvincingly.

"Yes, I feel luckier already. I'm not sure I'm lucky enough, though."

"No?" I whimpered. I was getting hornier.

"I think I'd feel luckier if I got to rub that," he said as he got my ass cheeks in his hands. He massaged my butt through the material. I wanted what I'd told Ryan. I wanted someone to feel what they wanted, bare. I unbuttoned the front button and managed to wriggle them down, exposing some of my ass. He took advantage and slid his hands over my bare ass and even down inside the waist band so he could dig even deeper.

I moaned as I let him fondle me like that while my pussy heated up. Finally, I pushed him away with a grin. "Ok, that should be lucky enough.

He shrugged and went back to play. It was fate. For the next half hour he seemed to be winning with regularity. Every time he'd scoop a pot he'd give me a wink.

Scott never passed up opportunity to be alone in the kitchen, either, and he also repeated his gropes of my tits. I also gave him the chance at my ass like I did with Bill. He told me he was going to fuck me again before the night was over.

After Scott went back to the game I noticed that the guys came into the kitchen one by one. Next it was Ray. He was drunk and already previous handsy so it was easy and quick. He mauled my tits and I just kept the top button of the pants undone so that I could quickly lower them for easier access to their hands. Ryan came in between most of their visits and I told him what his friends were doing. I think it needs to be pointed out here that he didn't try and stop me, not once.

"How's that feel, baby? How is that feeling, knowing that they all felt your wife's tits and ass? How does that feel knowing they think your wife is just a slut to be pawed?"

"Oh my god," he panted. "They look so fucking guilty too, when they come back, except for Bill, he just keeps smirking at me."

"That's probably because he's the only one that really "knows," about the ankle bracelet and its meaning. Dave mentioned it but I think he's too naive to think that I actually know what it means. I think the others just think I did it without knowing. I think Bill knows that I'm really a slut. He's sure of it."

"Wow," he said in lustful pain.

"Yes, he's the one who knows what you have on your hands. That also means he knows you are a cuckold. I think he'd take full advantage of that, given the opportunity."

"You think so? Fuck, I think he's kind of a low class greaseball."

"How cute," I thought. "He's jealous of the stranger, not of the foreman that fucked me, or the bartender, the black guy or even his friend, Scott. No, this was the first time he actually seemed irked about it." I was in this now, though. I shooed him out of the kitchen. John and Dave were the only two who hadn't had copious feels of me. They weren't really the type, even though John had no doubt tried to feel me up before. That was ok. The night was moving in another direction. I went with the flow.

The guys decided to play a "Sit and Go" they called it. It's a poker elimination game where one guy gets eliminated after the other until there's one winner. It was going to be the last game of the night, everyone would leave after they got knocked out. Dave was eliminated first. I gave him a kiss on the cheek as he left, sweet man that he was. I leaned in to him just to see if he'd change his mind and try something, but, true to his nature, he didn't. Next out of the game was John. I repeated the kiss and as I leaned in his hand was on my ass but he barely rubbed it before leaving. Ray and Scott were the next two out, Ray had to wait around for Scott to be eliminated, he was his driver. That gave him time alone with me which allowed him to pinch and tease my nipples, which only served to drive me crazy with lust. When Scott got knocked out he was even more handsy, even in front of Ray. He got both hands on my ass, he got them inside the material and shoved his hands down the bareness. It exposed a nice amount of ass cheek for Ray to enjoy as well.

He said in a whisper, "I don't know how it happened that all those guys got you all worked up for me and I didn't fuck you. But, I promised I wouldn't make you, that you'll ask for it. If you can get away tonight, you know my number. I think you want to fuck me."

That left Bill and Ryan. Bill had more chips than John, a lot more, I guessed that was good. I sat next to Ryan as they played. Ryan started winning. He kept feeling my legs and even my tits through my top as he played. It was as if he was trying to "reclaim me" as his. Finally, they were about even. Bill complained.

"Look, no fair, the lady is giving you all the luck."

Ryan just cockily said, "it's about skill, it has nothing to do with luck."

"Bullshit. Every time you touch her you win a fucking hand," he joked.

"Skill," Ryan smirked smugly.

I knew it was time to remind him of his status with me. I stood up and went to sit on Bill's lap before the next hand. Ryan started to complain but I shushed him before he got two words out. Bill just smiled knowingly. The next few hands went back and forth, no one was getting an advantage. Ryan said, "See? Has nothing to do with her."

I whispered to Bill, "that's because he was touching me, my legs, my tits."

Bill smiled at me. He said to Ryan, "Let me try something." He slid his hands up and down my legs slowly, sensually as Ryan dealt the cards. Ryan's eyes threw daggers at me but my return glare set him straight. Sure enough, Bill won a few hands in a row, though small ones. Then he got bolder, he cupped my tits over the top right in front of Ryan and fondled them. Ryan wanted to complain but because of our new relationship and his fantasy he couldn't. I was wriggling in Bill's lap, I could feel his bulge grow.

He won the next hand, big. "See? He said firmly. "It's clearly her tits that are the lucky thing." It seemed even fate was leading us towards something new.

I let him fondle them freely. Before the next hand his hands were under the material and he was kneading their bareness. Ryan was mesmerized. He couldn't say a word. I mouthed the word "cuckold" to him as Bill's attention was elsewhere. Bill had nearly all the chips now. The money for the winner was sitting on the table.

Bill made his move. "Look. I'm going to win, you know it. I have you, like 5 to 1." He was fondling my tits freely as he spoke with no regard to Ryan.

"So?" Ryan said with irritation. He was competitive and he was mad, and sexually frustrated. His eyes were directly on Bill's hands and what he was doing to my tits. I'm glad I denied him the whole week because he was worked up something fierce, that probably let him be able to deal with what was happening.

"I don't really need your money," Bill said. "You've been hospitable, friendly."

"Then what do you want?" hissed Ryan in agitation and agony as I whimpered when Bill squeezed my nipples hard, for effect.

"This," he said as he lifted my top and let Ryan see clearly how he was pinching my nipples and making me squirm.

"Fuck you," Ryan spat. "Let's just play."

"I don't think you both want that," Bill said as Ryan saw my mouth form an "O" of pleasure as Bill's other hand rubbed over my pussy through my pants. "I think you need something else, so here's my offer. You keep the money, we tell the others you won the tournament."

"And?" Ryan asked suspiciously.

"And, you take the money, put it in your pocket, go to the bedroom, close the door and don't come out until I'm gone."

"Fuck you! Seriously, fuck you!" Ryan hissed. Bill and I both noticed that he didn't stop Bill from continuing to play with me. In fact, his hand slid inside the unbuttoned top part of my pants as the next hand was dealt. I moaned and straightened up a little to help him slide in deeper. It worked, the tip of his finger was able to graze around my clit. He couldn't get his hand all the way down to my slit but it was enough to drive me crazy. He started rubbing it in slow circles as he played the next few hands one handed.

Ryan actually made somewhat of a comeback, I swear they were almost even again. It seemed that Ryan was playing not just for the money, but for his slut wife.

"I'll give you one last chance, dude," Bill said. "Take the money, I get her."

A couple years ago, maybe even just months, Ryan would've punched this guy out. Now though, he was letting him finger me right in front of him. He was in obvious pain, though. It wasn't easy on him, though I also noticed he was also horny. I knew him too well.

Ryan refused, especially now that he was close to being even again. Unfortunately for him, the next hand was a monster. He raised, Bill reraised, Ryan reraised and Bill went all in. Ryan called. All Ryan's chips were in the middle. He turned over KK. Bill had JJ. For a head's up game for two guys to have those big of starting hands was very rare, or so Ryan told me, after. Ryan was way ahead. Bill was dealing. He rubbed my titties lewdly, "for luck" as he said. He dealt the cards. The flop was total blanks. The turn was a blank. The river was a killer. Jack. Bill won. Ryan slammed his fist on the table.

He started screaming, "you lucky fucker, you lucky mother fucker..." Then he pointed at me, "and you fucking helped him!!"

I shrugged. I got off of Bill and pushed Ryan back with my hand. My top was still up, my tits were out and my pants were halfway down my ass. I think we expected a fist fight. With a glare, I told Ryan to sit down. Instantly he did, which surprised me. His eyes were on my tits, his mouth was agape. It was all overwhelming him. I whispered to him, "consquences." I walked to Bill with my tits out. I sat back in his lap, his mouth found my tits and he suckled on my nipples as Ryan stewed in his chair.

I said to Bill. "That's a lot of money on the table. We're not rich people. What do you want to do?" I was hoping he was the type I thought he was. He smirked.

"I gave him two chances to get out with the money, money he didn't even deserve. But here's what we are going to do." He looked at Ryan. "Since you so adamantly refused to do this the easy way here's what's going to happen. I'm going to take this money and put it in my wallet. Then, I'm going to take your wife into your bedroom and fuck her like you obviously haven't been..."

I saw veins popping in Ryan's forehead but he sat there and took it. To me, that told me everything I needed to know. That alone let everything else happen.

"I was going to let you have that, let you have the privacy of your own bedroom but since you refused I'm going to take your wife in there and fuck the living shit out of her."

Ryan started to plead, trying to use bargaining instead of anger, "please, just go...."

Bill just stood up and took me by the hand. He said, "dude, your wife is a slut. I think you totally know it, I think you are into it. If not, here's the deal. That anklet means she's a slut wife, that she fucks around. I'm sure she has before, and I'm sure she will again. Well, tonight, she's going to be fucking me. You are going to stay out here and listen to us if you want."

We walked past him, his face red with frustrated anger and lust. I was peeling off my clothes already. I tossed the top in his lap. I said loudly. "And don't touch yourself either. I want you hard when you are getting sloppy seconds....or thirds," I giggled. I left a trail of shoes and pants on the way to the bedroom. I figured he still had the opportunity to call it off until the bedroom door closed behind us.

I'm not saying Bill was the best fuck, but he was willing and he was able to recover quickly. He fucked me in all positions in our marital bed for about two hours and managed to cum twice in my starved pussy. I managed to get off good four times, mostly thinking of the humiliation for Ryan out there listening to me moan on this guy's insistent cock.

When he was done, he walked out of the bedroom, his cock still glistening with my slut juice. He zipped himself up and smirked to Ryan, "She's all yours, very nice slut you have there, man. He tossed a fifty dollar bill on the table. "She's a pretty good whore, I'd say she was worth that."

I was just glad Ryan didn't punch him. Instead, before I heard Bill's car start up Ryan had his big, hard cock in my pussy. He punished me for denying, teasing and humiliating him. It was incredible, we got off over and over again.

When it was over, I meekly offered my apologies.

He said, "you aren't sorry. You aren't sorry my friends had their hands all over you and know now that you are an available slut. You aren't sorry that two of them have fucked you now. You aren't sorry you rubbed my face in it. You aren't sorry that some guy just paid fifty bucks to cum in you, twice. That was your fantasy, wasn't it?"

"Yes, that's hot. Though, that's not my fantasy exactly."

"So you really aren't sorry."

"No," I admitted. "I just think you are ready for that, so I guess I'm not sorry it happened."